On a ride to the Tuscarora Indian Reservation to purchase my tax free cigarettes, my wife and I listened to some country music while our daughter happily slumbered in the back seat. As we forged forward with our plans for the day, visiting Nana and Pops, stopping to pick up a few things from the store and then home for the Super Bowl with friends, I began to day dream. 
My thoughts always seem to come back to one reoccurring theme in my head, country living. I day dream about a fairly larger home, nothing extravagant, but enough room to not be on top of each other as we can be at times now. I dream of a large parcel of land, enough for riding my quad, snowmobiling in the winter season, hunting, cutting my own firewood and a room enough for a nice out building housing a wood shop and room for the Harley, the quad and whatever other toys we may have.
A large deck would be on the back of the house accessible via the French doors leading from the kitchen. The deck would be overlooking the large back yard and the tree line off in the distance. Summers evenings would be spent on the deck listening to the crickets and watching the fireflies dance all across the yard. On occasion we would have a fire out in the yard and roast marshmallows, hotdogs and make pie iron pizzas. In the winter, I would use my tractor with the front loader and build my daughter a big snow hill for sledding. I would also clear a nice spot in the backyard for an ice skating rink to be enjoyed by friends and family.
I have many more visions in my daydreams and I’ll keep them all mine for now.
Never give up on your dreams.
I’ve just given you five minutes…
